I feel like coming out of the Zone™.
I've been such a good boy, I deserve it. Today, I wanted to start from the beginning and to play with the dough every step of the way. I wanted to control the ingredients, the density, the texture, the cut and the color. I wanted to control it so much I eschewed the Atlas machine, which does the rolling and the cutting, because I wanted to roll it by hand and to slice each individual noodle with a knife, and practice my mad knife skillz. The idea arose from the desire to use up the basil pesto
But then, along the way I decided I really must have tomatoes, but today I only have canned and that makes me feel bereft. Oh well, they're not altogether bad. I thought. Tomatoes and pesto, Yay!, a green schmeer with red spots. Of course I'd need Parmigiano too. OK, that does it then, dark green pesto with Parmigiano coating atop a bed of diced tomatoes and that will be it.
But then while retrieving the Parmigiano I saw those mushrooms, sad little things, and they don't have long to live. OK fine, tomatoes and mushrooms, just plain and simple, and that will be it.
Hey, where did this onion come from? Onion needs garlic. Ok, that will be it.
Stop it already! Or there goes my simple use-up-your-pesto idea.
This will be pasta dough in the usual way. The thing is, I already have dried noodles in various forms, and they're all great, so this doesn't make sense beyond a desire to play with dough.
* A half an egg shell worth of water added to the egg in a bowl. A good egg. A good, fresh, upstanding, free range egg. An egg from a happy chicken that eats bugs and any small thing it can find. An egg that would have been a fine bird given half a chance. I always feel a little sorry for those birds that got eaten as eggs, and by little, I mean this little ---> . <--- div="" dot="" little="" of="" sorry.="" that="" worth="">
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* Semolina and AP flour 50/50 . That's the ratio I like. I love those bins at Whole Foods, that's where I score the semolina, I could hang out there for hours. I chat it up with whoever else is there. I tell them what I discovered and what I am up to. I keep the employees distracted. I'm quite annoying. People where I live just want to get on with it. I figure, well, you look like you're certifiably mad when you're talking into that Bluetooth with nobody else apparent like that so I might as well break in.
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